Road Trip

Chapter 2

So, like I said, my name is Parker Westin, I grew up in a small town in Indiana and got a baseball scholarship to a small Division II school in South Carolina. I was the starting first baseman on the team and was pretty good, if I do say so myself. I wasn’t quite good enough to get to a bigger school, and I wasn’t going to make it to the major leagues. I was studying sports medicine, if I wasn’t going to be able to play in the majors, at least I could get a job with a major league team. I was a typical jock, I stood 5’10” and weighed about 170 pounds. I had black hair and blue-gray eyes. Growing up, I was told that I had great eyes, with long eye lashes that all the girls would kill for. I don’t know, they were ok, I guess. I had a dark complexion and tanned easily in the summer. My chest, arms, legs, and ass were covered in the same black hair I had on my head. I usually had a two or three growth beard, not because I thought it looked sexy or anything, I just hated shaving. I had a fairly normal childhood, my dad was a plumber, and my mom was a high school English teacher. I was the youngest of three kids, I had two older sisters, my dad was happy when he finally got a son. I started playing baseball when I was 5 and was sort of natural at it. As I got into high school, I played all the other sports, but baseball remained my main focus. Dad worked hard to make sure all three of his kids would go to college but was thrilled when I got my scholarship. I had figured out that I was gay when I was 16 and started to mess around with my friend Tommy Cohen. I came out to my family right before graduation. My parents weren’t overjoyed but assured me that they still loved me. My dad’s biggest concern was my baseball scholarship, he was worried that the school would take it away if they found out I was gay. He made me tell the coach, we were all relieved when the coach told me he didn’t want to hear about it. The college couldn’t discriminate, but he thought it would be best not to advertise the fact. So off to college I went, not hiding the fact that I was gay, but not telling I everyone I met either.

Thus, it took a couple months before my three best friends found out. I met Evan Jackson, Elliot Baker, and Preston Franklin when we were moving into our dorm. Evan is on the track team, Elliot is on the football team and Preston plays basketball. Our dorm was mostly filled with students that played sports. They usually tried to pair up students that played the same sport, but because of students getting cut, transferring to other schools and a few dropouts, the four of us from different sports were thrown together. Evan and I shared a room, and Elliot and Preston lived in the room across the hall. We hit it off and quickly became friends and did almost everything together.

Evan was from Minneapolis and had one younger brother, his dad was a banker, his mom did a lot of volunteering and was a stay-at-home mom. He held a lot of school records back in Minneapolis in track and even a few state records. He was 5’11” and weighed about 160 pounds, he had the biggest runner’s legs that I had ever seen. He had sandy blonde hair that turned darker in the winter and lighter in the summer. Milk chocolate brown eyes that sparkled when he smiled. While I had never seen him naked, I knew he had an athletic body, we had seen each other many times in just our underwear. He was sort of the big brother of our little group and our unofficial leader.

Elliot, or as we called him, Ell, was from a small town just a couple of hours away. His high school sweetheart was also attending college here. He was the football team’s star tight end. He stood 6’4” and was 240 pounds of pure muscle. He had big, strong hands and if the football came within 1 foot of those hands, he would catch it. His blue eyes complimented his blonde hair perfectly, it was about shoulder length, and he combed it straight back. With that and the square jaw, he looked just like George Kittle, the tight end for the San Francisco forty-niners. He was quiet and reserved, he was always in a good mood and smiling, but he just didn’t say much. We learned very quickly, if he did say something, you should listen, because it would usually be very profound or pretty funny. Preston would tease him relentlessly for not wearing any underwear, he would just shrug and say he liked his boys to have their freedom.

We also shortened Preston’s name to Press, he was our group’s jokester. He was from Atlanta and his dad was a Baptist Minister, this meant his mom was the organist and choir director at their church. Much to his parents’ dismay, he wasn’t as active in the church now that he was away from home. He often questioned why he hung out with us white boys, but he could never give us a good reason why he shouldn’t. His bright white teeth contrasted with his smooth ebony skin every time he smiled. He wore his hair braided in cornrows that hung down to his shoulders and fell across his face as he dribbled the ball up and down the basketball court. He wasn’t dumb by any means but was always the last in our group to get the joke or understand what we were talking about. His lean 6’2” body was a big asset on the court, not to mention his vertical leap that nearly doubled his height.

We enjoyed teasing each other about anything and everything, but we had our favorite jokes. We kidded Evan about being the mother hen, always making sure we were doing our homework and going to class. After the way I came out to them, they liked to tease me about how much I liked my twinks. We razzed Ell about not even owning a pair of underwear, but our favorite target was Press and his fondness for, shall we say full figured, curvy women. He would just smile and say that he likes something he can hold on to when he is “getting busy”.

My coming out didn’t seem to affect our friendship at all, if anything, it only strengthened it. They would always include me whenever they wanted to go searching for women, or as Ell would put it, “let’s go find us some chicks and a dude”. After our freshman year, he and his high school girlfriend broke up, she wanted to transfer to another school. Our nights out increased after that, in the search for love. None of us found anyone steady, but we all enjoyed playing the field.

Before we started our second year, we decided to move off campus and found a house to rent. It went well, we found a house that had four bedrooms, so we each had our own private space when we needed it. We were all pretty busy with classes, practices and workouts, so four years went by very quickly. With graduation rapidly approaching, we knew that we would soon be heading in different directions. None of had finalized a job yet, but all had applications out all over the country. The week before finals, we were all sitting in the living room studying.

Evan looked up from his books and looked at each off us sitting around the room, Ell looked up, “ok mom, what’s going on in that little head of yours?”

Evan shrugged, “why, what do you mean?”

Ell chuckled, “I can always tell when the little hamster starts to turn that wheel of yours.”

Press squinted his eyes, “when did Evan get a hamster?”

I shook my head, “he just means that Evan is thinking about something.”

Press gave me a look, “so what does that have to do with his hamster?”

Evan closed his book, “never mind Press, I was just thinking that we will all be moving away in a few weeks. We should do something fun together, you know one last blast.”

I asked, “what did you have in mind?”

Evan shrugged, “I don’t know, I’m open for suggestions.”

We looked at each other for a few minutes, each trying to think of something.

Ell broke the silence, “road trip.”

Press grinned, “I’m in, but where?”

After another round of silence, Evan said, “Vegas?”

We all smiled in agreement, the Monday after graduation, we would start our drive across the country, spend a few days in Vegas, then drive back and start our adult lives.

We completed our finals, and our families all came in for our graduation ceremony. The following Monday we loaded our bags into Evan’s car and hit the road. We would take turns driving and all share the cost of the gas. We were going to drive until dark, then stop at a motel, spend the night and start over again the next morning, we figured it would take three or four days to get to Vegas.

Evan had the newest car, so we decided to take it. Evan was going to drive the first shift and I rode up front with him as copilot. Ell and Press took the back seat. The rule was the copilot needed to stay awake to help the driver make sure we stayed on the right highways. The back seat passengers could sleep if they wanted. We were on the road by 7 am and all so keyed up about the trip that no one slept for the first leg of the journey. We drove until noon and stopped at a Wendys for lunch. We switched drivers mid-morning, and after we ate, we switched again. Press was now driving, and Evan was in the passenger seat. Ell and I were in the back. The early start and the noon meal caused us to be a little drowsy, I looked over at Ell, his eyes were closed as he was leaning against the head rest. I leaned back and joined him in a little nap.

I was startled awake when Ell fell against me, he woke up too and moved back to his side of the seat and went back to sleep. I pulled a bottle of water from the cooler and took a drink as I watched the scenery out my window. I took a drink and put the bottle in the cup holder, that’s when I saw it. Ell was wearing a pair of workout shorts and as he leaned back in his seat, they had ridden up his leg. I had to do a double take, I think his cock head is sticking out of the leg of his shorts. I looked to the front seat, Press and Evan were busy looking at the GPS and concentrating on the road. I looked again to confirm what I had seen, it was indeed a cock, he was obviously free balling it again. I swallowed hard and looked again, hmm, Ell is uncut, he shifted in his seat, exposing even more of his cock. He let out a light moan and I was surprised to see that his dick seemed to be slightly hard. His foreskin had pulled back just a bit, and his head was now partially exposed. I looked back to the front seat, Press and Evan weren’t paying attention to the back seat. My eyes went wide as I turned back to look at Ell’s dick, he must have been having a good dream because a small dab of precum had formed at the slit. I knew I shouldn’t, but slowly moved my hand over and ran my finger across the velvety smooth head. I brought my finger back to my mouth and licked the salty-sweet cream clean. My cock swelled and started to leak, I tugged at my shorts to adjust my bulge. Another dab of precum had formed on Ell’s cock, I took another chance and soon had another taste of Ell’s love juice.

Just as I was licking the last drop from my finger, we came into a town and Ell woke up. I kept my head forward as he sat up to see where we were. He quickly adjusted his shorts and glanced over at me, I acted as if I didn’t notice anything. We stopped for a bathroom break and switched drivers, I was driving until we stopped for the night. I pulled into the Super 8 parking lot and put the car into park. We checked in and got two rooms, each with two beds. Out of habit, Evan and I took one room and Press and Ell took the other. We walked across the street to a local bar and grill and had a couple beers and dinner. We wanted to get another early start the next morning, so we were back in our rooms by 10:00.

Evan took his shower first, once he was done, I took mine. We were laying on our beds as he was flipping through the channels on the tv. There wasn’t anything that was really catching our interest, I can’t remember what we settled on, but we sat and talked about our first day of travel and how far we should go tomorrow.

After a brief moment of silence, he said, “Ell must have been having a good dream this afternoon in the car, huh?”

I panicked, “oh really, why is that?” Shit, if Evan noticed that, did he see what I did?”

He chuckled, “Mr. freeballer was letting it all hang out, I’m surprised you didn’t notice his dick sticking out the leg of his shorts.”

My cock started to twitch at the thought of Ell’s dick, I tried to keep lie going, I said, “damn, I missed a chance to see Ell’s cock, I should pay more attention.” I laughed trying to add credibility to my little fib.

Evan looked over at me, and asked, “so how did it taste?”

I felt the heat rush to my face, shit, I was busted. Before I could come up with a response, Evan said, “by the tent in your underwear, you are still turned on a bit.”

I sighed, “sorry, I know I shouldn’t have done that, but it has been a couple months since I have…”

He laughed, “it’s ok, I get it, it’s been a while for me too.”

I glanced over and noticed Evan had a tent of his own, I said, “I see that, you’re a little excited too.”

It was his turn to be embarrassed, he shrugged, “I told you it’s been a while, I kind of need to get some relief and it looks like you do too. Maybe we should just jack off so we can get some sleep. I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Damn, did Evan just ask if he could jack off in front of me? We had been best friends and lived together for four years and had never seen each other naked. I will admit that I had thought about what his cock looked like but was careful not cross that line. I really did value our friendship and didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize it.

I shrugged, “if you are sure, of course I won’t tell anyone either.”

Evan wasted no time in pulling his underwear off and started to stroke his cock. His neatly trimmed pubes matched the hair on his head. His dick was at least 6 inches long and the girth was in perfect proportion to the plump nuts that bounced with every stroke. I removed my underwear just as quickly and matched him stroke for stroke, my eyes never leaving Evan’s beautiful manhood. We were both smearing our precum on our cocks, using it as lube. I couldn’t take it any longer, just like in the car this afternoon, I lost all common sense and stood and sat next to Evan on his bed. He paused his stroking for a second as he gave me a questioning look. I wrapped my hand around his pole and took over the task of jacking him off. He didn’t stop me, he just watched as I tugged up and down on his cock. Evan’s precum was coming fast and furious now and again I lost my head. I leaned down and ran my tongue across the purple mushroom head. Evan gasped as I wrapped my lips around his dick and started to suck. He was just staring at me as I looked up at him, I said, “sorry, do you want me to stop?”

He just shook his head as I went back down on him. I sucked him deeper and deeper until my nose was buried in his soft pubes, I was stroking my cock the entire time. I used my free hand to massage Evan’s nuts, his breath quickened, and I felt those nuts start to tighten. He panted, “fuck Parker, you better stop, I’m going to cum.” I kept my lips locked on his shaft and sucked even harder, a second later Evan filled my mouth with a huge load of his creamy sperm. I tried to swallow as fast as I could, only letting a small amount leak out of the corner of my mouth. I released his dick and used my finger to push the cum leakage into my mouth. Evan was just looking at me in awe as I sat up and looked at him.

He said, “wow, that was…, um sorry, but I don’t think I can return the favor. I wasn’t really expecting…”

I stood up revealing my cum covered hand and thigh and said, “that’s ok, I’m good.”

 

To be continued…